There was once a castle on the snow. But after many hard winters the main tower collapsed and the bulding was left to ruin in the top of that god forsaken cliff. That castle had once belonged to a very evil dark lord, who saw his very own reign fall under the never-ending storm of snow. Everyone there left, long ago. Everyone there most likely froze to death on their scape. No one prevails, no one will.

Thus, there remains the fallen tower, old and cranky as it cries with the frozen wind passing between its wrecked bricks, as it hits its weak wooden beams. Now the fallen tower has become a symbol to the inhabitants of the land further down south, where the weather is warmer and the field grow fertile.

The tower makes them remember that once upon a time there was a reign of chaos over these territories, a rule rising from the darkness within the deep caves from the montains across the river. But one day the merciless and fearless kingdom came to an end. Why? No one really knows. Some say it was just a matter of time, that hope would prevail and so it did. Others, perhaps a bit more skeptic think that the winter golem danmed them all for becoming the bigger threat and living him without a job, in misery having to feed two children from his dead wife.

Whatever may be, the fact is that, indeed, it is over now. The children would run up the hills happy again, the peasants will still suffer from the heavy taxes of a supposed free land while the lord become fatter on their seats. Everyone would be beack to the old times, everyone would be joyful and merry.

So perhaps would be your case.

But, listen to me carefully boy, when I tell you that the root of evil never dies, and a new dark lord will soon rise.

“I’ll tell you something
I am a wolf but
I like to wear sheep’s clothing

I am a bonfire
I am a vampire
I’m waiting for my moment

[Chorus:]
You come on like a drug
I just can’t get enough
I’m like an addict coming at you for a little more
And there’s so much at stake
I can’t afford to waste
I never needed anybody like this before

I’ll tell you something
I am a demon
Some say my biggest weakness
I have my reasons
Call it my defense
Be careful what you’re wishing

Chorus
You are a secret
A new possession
I like to keep you guessing

[Chorus]
When I’m not sure what I’m living for
(When I’m not sure who I am)
When I’m not sure what I’m looking for
(When I’m not sure who I am)
When I’m not sure what I’m living for
(When I’m not sure who I am)
When I’m not sure what I’m looking for
(When I’m not sure who I am)

When I’m not sure what I’m living for
When I’m not sure what I’m looking for
When I’m not sure what I’m living for.”

…Darling, I think you are forgetting something. Our lives are odd, everythign gets weird around us…But we deal with it, we embrace what we are and carry on…

-I guess so…

…Hey, you are my favourite human, I don´t think I would stand anyone of your kind like I stand you…You are my something like clever and efficient girl, you are creative and you always find a way…You Are very capable…And if you aren´t then I am, I´ll do it, I´ll take it, this is the way it works…

-Well, yes but you have a quite destructive way of doing things…”You can´t live without the fire…”

…Well, I enjoy the heat, plus, some people don´t understand me otherwise, or take me seriously…Plus you have to admit you are quite fond of the burning too…

-…Mmaaayyyybbbeeee…

…So, let´s burn this place down shall we? It doesn´t suit you to be so down, you need some energy, let´s get down to it…

-I suppose…I could with a bit of chocolate or something…Did i heard caramel?

…Hell yes…

So the assassin stood up once again and looked at the dark city in front of her. She knew stuff happened, she knew things reapeated themselves sometimes, she knew things were hard by nature, even the most simple things. But that was life.